A cab driver tells me that he only ever drives when he works. “Frankly, if you don’t see something interesting walking six blocks in your own town, I question your fascination with life,” he says, “What you see going 35 miles per hour is not what you see going five.” “I call architecture frozen music.” ...

From the Log of Inexplicable Dreams: We all raced to the green cliff and when we leapt off the edge turned into various seabirds, dived gracefully into the ocean and resurfaced as humans. I think I was a tiny penguin, but you my friends were species most impressive. Wide awake. (a summit in Piatra Neamt)